At the end of 2025 I started taking some more time off. I felt wired down and creatively I could not stand to do more commercial projects. I began drawing cacti. I grabbed an inkbrush pen I got as a present years ago, and drew cacti whenever I was going out.
The brush made it very rough, them being 'not perfect', There were a few rules that developed along the way. It gave me a frame to work with. Slowly this broad variety of cacti (and their amazing pots) evolved.
The project symbolizes a time where I felt alone with my feelings, living among many people, but feeling too agile to be your full self. A bit like, a cactus, beautiful, but spiky. The feeling that some parts of me were, not allowed, or untouchable. Some parts that felt like a monster, though they needed the most attention and loving care.
I became a big admirer of cacti, how they protect themselves, endure, and flower like the most magnificent alien beings. Truly out of this world.
